AN: I own nothing, Bioware does, so there, shuddup.
The veil destroyed. Thedas and the Fade united once more. The spirits free to roam and wander, curiously poke and prod. To be free. As Fen' Harel intended.
The delicate form beneath him, the long forbidding black robes he wore hiding the small elf. Protecting her, as she screamed and cried for her loss at his hands which held her own still above her tragedy-stricken face.
And he watched with an air of true sadness as He began to emerge.
He did not want it to happen this way.
He had kept her safe in his arms as they travelled towards his intended destination. He made sure that she did not awake by tying a cloth seeped in a sleep inducing chemical around her nose and mouth, fearing her response to him. Dreading it really.
As Solas, and Fen' Harel, trudged through the snowy mountains he thought upon the days he shared with the young Levallan, the gentle quiet mornings he'd awake to her curled into his side. How she'd nuzzle her face into the crook of his neck, and sigh with such content that he felt proud to be the cause of her bliss.
Spirits of all sorts had at first tried to comfort him, but to no avail. He was grateful that they tried though. Content that they were here to stay, and dismayed they could not comfort him, they left him and his bundle alone upon his miserable insistence.
He looked down at her sleeping face.
"Still so beautiful", he whispered gently, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck. "My beautiful Halla,"he referred to her pet name, given for her appearance "Forgive me for what He will soon do to you." He begged with tears falling from his wolf-grey eyes filled to the brim with love and sadness.
The eyes of a tragic ending.
Short, wavy, moonlight white hair, brows, and thick lashes, shrouding firey orbs like a flickering flames, her brows thin. Skin pale as white flame, with the flickering blues of her veins visible underneath.
She truly did resemble a Halla. Delicate, slender, graceful, so beautiful. Even when he met her she bore the marks of the Halla Mother. Fitting really.
And him… He was the wolf she naively trusted in her innocent bliss. A bliss he took from her greedily. Her virtue taken by him, so gently. He had deceived her with all but his love. That was true, at least. His personality however. He looked upon her face with an unreadable expression. Then he grinned savagely.
As he walked up the incline of snowy mountain paths he recalled his other half. Gentle, sweet, proud, nurturing, Solas. It was Fen' Harel's time now.
She would be his in any way he wished her. She loved Solas. He could deceive her easily with that part of him he could let out when he felt she was slipping. She would be honored to serve him, to love him. And they had eternity now after all.